Another dream I had.
I was on the Rez, welcomed and working.
There was always a tribal guy behind a desk, friendly.
As I was retrieving something from a room, there was saw dust all in it.
A mouse ran into it and there was a buzzard perched there.
A mouse represents family and the saw dust represents preservation.
The buzzard....doesn't kill, but rather cleans the dead.
I must preserve my family- people ( I mostly think of Maine), the
buzzard was a warning?